Saturday, January 14, 2012

Time to hop on

Time to hop on
A nest was kept alone
Looked like deserted
Lot of wanderers
They were good old guests
Brief in love

The nest loved everyone
Some had eggs
To live and to lie
There came a storm

A denial of life
It came at large
Foiled many dreams
With its skinny twigs
It stood all the wretched
Acts of nature, and fools
They lived happily thereafter

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